Night at the Roxbury

Sad thought, not entirely induced by hangover either. I might be getting a little too old or a little too coupled up for the bar scene. Or perhaps there were just especially disgusting guys on the prowl last night...Because I certainly cannot recall ever feeling so violated after a simple evening of cocktails and conversation. One gentleman actually asked us (as a collective group question) whether we were going home to have a pillowfight. wtf?!?! Then another particularly persistent guy kept harassing a girl in our group because she was out without her boyfriend, ultimately screaming that he hated her because she came to the bar without her man. Sorry, I didn't realize those of us with significant others are supposed to remain chained to their side at all times. She was NOT leading this guy on, she obviously did not conceal the fact she has a boyfriend and was merely tolerantly indulging this drunk ass in polite conversation because he and his friend were practically on top of us. At that point I had enough and told him he needed to respect people's relationships and personal space.

I tend to come on strong with the bitchiness when confronted with such behavior because I am very petite and I feel like I need to emanate a "back the fuck off" vibe to ward off evil, psycho predators. However, some men - probably the same kind who think "no" really means "yes" - find this titillating, as if I am challenging them and perversely redouble their efforts. Um, no. Don't want to be your domme. It isn't a cute little game. I just don't want you flirting with me! Or touching me.

Today I was extremely hungover. I don't drink that often. When I do drink, I usually try to chase each alcoholic beverage with a glass of water to stay hydrated. Unfortunately that didn't happen last night. I only managed two glasses of water at the bar and one when I returned home. Again, I feel like I am getting too old for this - which is sad because I'm not old by any definition!